Monday, February 7, 2011
I've got a contract...shh!
So, something weird happened. After spending November and December querying agents and having no luck, and, worse, having an awesome agent pass on my full manuscript, I took a break. And, during that break I wrote a fairly trashy romance. Well, I think they call them romances. It's a bit of a story, a lot of fairly explicit rude bits, some conflict, and a happily-ever-after. But mainly rude bits.
I wrote it in a few weeks, a couple of hours a day, because I can't not be writing. And then, when I finished it and spell-checked it I sent it off to a publisher for practice. And, guess what? I now have a contract sitting in front of me and an editor waiting to work with me.
How the hell did that happen?
And I'm stoked, of course, because, well, shit, a publisher! But here's the thing: I have a pen name, and I will not be telling any of my friends or family what it is. I hope the book does well. I hope the readers like it. It might even turn out I have a knack for the genre, but the book will remain my dirty little secret because it's not the sort of thing I want my friends and relatives to know I wrote.
Am I being a hypocrite? Am I being a snob? Or am I just over-thinking it?
If there's anyone else out there in the same boat, I'm open to advice!